From the back: “Dear Fred,
Tomorrow morning I shall be wrenched away from the divine city where you live. I shall be dragged screaming off down country lanes infested with thundering herds of squirrels and things.
But you – you will be left here undefended against Evil. Beautiful girls will pass you in the street, giving you saucy sidelong glances. They will sort of accidentally brush up against you in the hip-hop section of the sinisterly named virgin megastore. They will be playing tennis sexily whenever you walk in the park, flashing their bronzed elbows seductively in the sunshine. How will you ever hold out?
Tomorrow morning I shall be wrenched away from the divine city where you live. I shall be dragged screaming off down country lanes infested with thundering herds of squirrels and things.
But you – you will be left here undefended against Evil. Beautiful girls will pass you in the street, giving you saucy sidelong glances. They will sort of accidentally brush up against you in the hip-hop section of the sinisterly named virgin megastore. They will be playing tennis sexily whenever you walk in the park, flashing their bronzed elbows seductively in the sunshine. How will you ever hold out?